Hello, first thing I've ever posted on here! A combination of this being a random thing made without thought put into it, pretty much no editing, I have no idea of what anything beyond basic proper grammar is, this being unoriginal, and the fact I am fourteen and barely write= this sucks and you probably shouldn't read it, but if you want to, it'd be appreciated!
"Harry...I think I understand now."
There are words flowing from her mouth, but he can't hear them. All he can do is look at her face, her face which he remembered seeing everything from fear, relief, care, sadness, but now, nothing. Lifeless. He spends an eternity looking and searching through out her eyes, to find a spark of something, but it's just purposeless gray.
"I'm the same as them."
At first he doesn't comprehend who them is referring to, and when he does, he feels his brain swirling around endlessly, and coherent thought dissipates.
"I'm scared...help me..."
The words stop, and she slowly begins to walk towards him. This time it is human like, with slight rocks and sways and a sort of desperate inconsistency. In a moment, she is right there, in his face, all of her life and lack of life and fear and needs he can't help all there, unimaginably overwhelming, and he follows through with a quick, senseless reaction, one he would later consider his biggest mistake he ever made, and pushes her away.
Now it's not words, but dark crimson blood that starkly contrasts her candy-red nurse's uniform that flows from her. He can't move, and all he can do is watch the disturbing sight. She stumbles forward and trips over and over again, like someone desperately trying to crawl, climb, trash their way back to the surface when they know they are going to drown to death no matter what. When she finally does make it forward, she starts to walk towards him again, but this time, it is not human like. It's all mechanical, with her arms rigidly pushed forward. It's exactly the same as them.
She's gone, and he reacts almost the same as he would for them, but he instead of taking out his handgun and shooting off a few rounds until there is no movement, he just runs and runs and shuts the door behind him. There's still traces of her sobbing left, but he can't do anything now to bring her back now.
What he does do is offer up his last sorrow goodbye, by just saying her name:
"Lisa."